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VIOLET ON THE MOUNTAIN<br />
He rode to the edge of the forest,<br />
Lighted a roaring fire,<br />
Sat and whittled a skewer,<br />
Started the meat a-roasting.<br />
While the meat was sizzling<br />
He let his horse roam to graze.<br />
The horse caught sight of a man<br />
Coming toward them from afar.<br />
The dapple-grey reared up and whinnied,<br />
This man is evil, he felt.<br />
Avtandil called his squire:<br />
Bring me my steed straight away.<br />
He patted the horse on the rump,<br />
Mounted, was off like the wind.<br />
He raced down the narrow path,<br />
Across the field even faster,<br />
Looked back — in swift pursuit<br />
An infidel army was coming.<br />
Of a hundred, he struck down each man,<br />
Till one, dressed in black, remained.<br />
This man let fly an arrow,<br />
And Avtandil’s blood gushed forth.<br />
Leaning against an oak-tree,<br />
A branch drawn in front as a shield,<br />
He slumped down and wrote a letter,<br />
Then tied it onto a dove.<br />
Bring this news to my mother:<br />
I’ll come no more to you.<br />
That white veil that you loved,<br />
Now dye it black for me.<br />
My cloak and felt overcoat<br />
Hang on the door as a shield;<br />
My dagger and my belt<br />
Give to the priest as an offering.<br />
And as for my young wife,<br />
Don’t marry her off too soon.<br />
But if you do, to a man<br />
With eyes and strength greater than mine.<br />
My fortress and manor-house<br />
Send them with her as a dowry.<br />
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